UP THE HILL-SIDE AND UNDER THE CHESTNUTS.
Thus leaving the sedgy stream behind, with all its brilliant ripples,
silver sands, and swaying waterflags, which made their merry music
for it, as it went along toward the far Potomac,--our joyful party
ascended the fine hill which rose beyond, mounting with every step,
above the little town of Winchester, which before long looked more
like a lark's nest hidden in a field of wheat, than what it was--an
honest border town, with many memories.
Verty and Redbud, as we have said, went first.
We have few artists in Virginia--only one great humorist with the
pencil. This true history has not yet been submitted to him. Yet we
doubt whether ever the fine pencil of Monsignor Andante Strozzi could
transfer to canvas, or the engraver's block, the figures of the maiden
and the young man.
Beauty, grace, and picturesqueness might be in the design, but the
indefinable and subtle poetry--the atmosphere of youth, and joy, and
innocence, which seemed to wrap them round, and go with them wherever
they moved--could not be reproduced.
Yet in the mere material outline there was much to attract.
Redbud, with her simple little costume, full of grace and
elegance--her slender figure, golden hair, and perfect grace of
movement, was a pure embodiment of beauty--that all-powerful beauty,
which exists alone in woman when she passes from the fairy land of
childhood, or toward the real world, pausing with reluctant feet upon
the line which separates them.
Her golden hair was secured by a bow of scarlet ribbon, her dress was
azure, the little chip hat, with its floating streamer, just fell over
her fine brow, and gave a shadowy softness to her tender smile: she
looked like some young shepherdness of Arcady, from out the old
romances, fresh, and beautiful, and happy. Poor, cold words! If even
our friend the Signor, before mentioned, could not do her justice, how
can we, with nothing but our pen!
This little pastoral queen leant on the arm of the young
Leatherstocking whom we have described so often. Verty's costume, by
dint of these outlined descriptions, must be familiar to the reader.
He had secured his rifle, which he carried beneath his arm, and his
eye dwelt on the autumn forest, with the old dreamy look which we
have spoken of. As he thus went on, clad in his wild forest costume,
placing his moccasined feet with caution upon the sod, and bending his
head forward, as is the wont of hunters, Verty resembled nothing so
much as some wild tenant of the American backwoods, taken back to
Arcady, and in love with some fair Daphne, who had wiled him from the
deer.
All the old doubt and embarrassment had now disappeared from Redbud's
face; and Verty, too, was happy.
They went on talking very quietly and pleasantly--the fresh little
face of Redbud lit up by her tender smile.
"What are you gazing at?" said the young girl, smiling, as Verty's eye
fixed itself upon the blue sky intently; "I don't see anything--do
you?"
"Yes," said Verty, smiling too.
"What?"
"A pigeon."
"Where?"
"Up yonder!--and I declare! It is yours, Redbud."
"Mine?"
"Yes--see! he is sweeping nearer--pretty pigeon!"
"Oh--now I see him--but it is a mere speck; what clear sight you
have!"
Verty smiled.
"The fact is, I was brought up in the woods," he said.
"I know; but can you recognize--?"
"Your pigeon, Reddie? oh, yes! It is the one I shot that day, and
followed."
"Yes--"
"And found you by--I'm very much obliged to him," said Verty, smiling;
"there he goes, sweeping back to the Bower of Nature."
"How prettily he flies," Redbud said, looking at the bird,--"and now
he is gone."
"I see him yet--another has joined him--there they go--dying, dying,
dying in the distance--there! they are gone!"
And Verty turned to his companion.
"I always liked pigeons and doves," he said, "but doves the best; I
never shoot them now."
"I love them, too."
"They are so pretty!"
"Oh, yes!" said Redbud; "and they coo so sweetly. Did you never hear
them in the woods, Verty--moaning in their nests?"
"Often--very often, Reddie."
"Then the dove was the bird sent out of the ark, you know."
"Yes," said Verty, "and came back with the olive branch. I love to
read that."
"What a long, weary flight the poor bird must have had!"
"And how tired it must have been."
"But God sustained it."
"I know," said Verty; "I wish I had been there when it flew back.
How the children--if there were any children--must have smoothed its
wings, and petted it, and clapped their hands at the sight of the
olive branch!"
The simple Verty laughed, as he thought of the glee of the little
ark-children--"if there were any."
"There are no olives here," he said, when they had gone a little
further; "but just look at that hickory! It's growing as yellow as a
buttercup."
"Yes, and see the maples!"
"Poor fellows!" said Verty.
"Why pity them?
"I always did; see how they are burning away. And the chestnuts--oh!
I think we will get some chestnuts: here is a tree--and we are at the
top of the hill."
Verty thereupon let go Redbud's arm, and busied himself in gathering a
pile of the chestnuts which had fallen. This ceremony was attentively
watched by Longears, who, lying with his front paws stretched out
straight, his head bent knowingly on one side, and an expression of
thoughtful dignity upon his countenance, seemed to be revelling in the
calm delights of a good conscience and a mild digestion.
Fanny and her cavalier came up just as Verty had collected a pile of
the chestnuts, and prepared some stones for the purpose of mashing
them out.
The party thereupon, with much laughter, betook themselves to the
task, talking gaily, and admiring the landscape as they munched--for
even young ladies munch--the chestnuts.
One accident only happened, and that was not of an important nature.
Longears, full of curiosity, like most intellectual characters, had
approached very near Verty as he was mashing the chestnuts upon
the stone selected for the purpose, and even in the excess of his
interest, had protruded his nose in the vicinity of the young man's
left hand, which held the nuts, while he prepared to strike it with
the mass of limestone which he held in his right.
It chanced that Verty was talking to Fanny when Longears made this
demonstration of curiosity, and did not observe him.
Longears sniffed.
Verty raised his stone.
Longears smelt at the chestnut in his master's grasp, his cold muzzle
nearly touching it.
The stone crashed down.
Longears made a terrific spring backwards, and retiring to some
distance rubbed his nose vigorously with his paws, looking all the
while with dignified reproach at his master.
The nose had not suffered, however, and Longears was soon appeased
and in a good humor again. The incident caused a great accession of
laughter, and after this the chestnuts having been eaten, the party
rose to walk on.